Remus Lupin (lunarpull) wrote in walkingghosts, @ 2010-03-18 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | character; remus lupin, character; sirius black, player; cate, player; dani, status; incomplete |
Who: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black
What: Talking. They have a lot of talking to do.
When: 18 March, 2008, evening
Where: Grimmauld Place
Rating/Status: TBD/Incomplete.
This would probably be the most difficult conversation Remus would ever have to have. Which was saying something given everything that he'd been through thus far. To be honest, Remus was pretty sure he was still in a state of shock. It was hard to blame him really. One second he'd been trying to get to Dora across a battle field, the next he was in Grimmauld place with a bunch of people he knew to be dead. He had been dead. It was hard to wrap his mind around it. Where had he been for the last ten years? If he had been dead, shouldn't he remember it? There were far too many things floating around in Remus's head. Teddy. Harry. Dora. Sirius. What all this meant. What they would have to do. How this had even happened. It was far too much to process. Reigning in his thoughts was nearly impossible. He felt like he had had a headache since the moment he arrived here--and now he had to talk to Sirius. Sirius. His palms felt sweaty, his legs felt shaky, and as he climbed the stairs to Sirius' room, he found he couldn't collect himself at all.
He didn't want Sirius to hate him. He would never want that. He did still love him after all. He would always love him. He was Sirius. But he was in love with Dora. He never expected to be in this position and now he was. He didn't want Sirius to be offended, nor did he want to put a a wall between them and him. Flexing his hand to alleviate some of the stress, he took in a shaky breath, listening to his footsteps as he walked down the hall way. He hadn't been here in so long. It felt strange to be here again. Grimmauld place hadn't changed at all. It was everything else that had.
Standing in front of his door, Remus awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers, he sucked in a breath before rapping on the door and waiting. He still didn't know what he was going to say. Winging it seemed like a bad idea, but it was all he had.